Positive thoughts from a Christian Perspective
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Finding Ben | Short Story
Where the gravel road ends, near a winding creek, there’s a corn field. They say they saw him go in. A petite brunette stops her bright red jeep near the edge, headlights cutting into the green maze. She leaves the driver’s door open and strides down a row. “Ben? Ben!” she screams into the tasseled…
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The Answer to a Forty Year Question
Bobby and I were good friends back in middle school. We were early morning running buddies and partners in teenage boy pranks. At some point, he suddenly moved away and I never saw him again. Fast forward forty-something years later, I attended his uncle’s funeral—a man who was a mentor to us both. Someone told…
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Before the Door Opens (Wonderful Tonight: Her Version)
🎶“It’s late in the evening; she’s wondering what clothes to wear.”🎶 The opening line of a famous song describes a woman choosing an outfit, yet it draws the listener in. Plenty of us can picture the scene, because we’ve lived it. Decisions: they can make or break us. Something tells me the lady in Clapton’s…
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The True Vine
Our back and side flower beds are filled with a hardy vine we started several years ago from just a few sprigs. Here’s a photo of our side flower bed: Do you see the different type of vine in the front-center—weaving its way in? It’s something wild that planted itself there. We have to keep…
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Weeds
It happens every spring, intruders invade my lawn. Hardy weeds with sinister names like, Bullnettle and Prickly Lettuce, and ones with cute names, like Chickweed and Goosegrass, try to choke out my beautiful Bermuda. Enter, the Weed Sheriff. That’s me. I stop the trespassers before they go to seed and make those little burrs that…
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More Feedback | Short Story
Ronald, a would-be writer, receives a scathing rejection letter from a magazine editor. His submission is riddled with bad grammar and there’s little to no narrative arc. It’s barely a story at all. The critic claims that a chimp with a piece of chalk could write better flash fiction. Tears sting the aspiring wordsmith’s eyes,…
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